A/N: this is the first of many, Full Metal Alchemist drabbles. Each one will be written in another character's point of view.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! NOT MINE! NOT MINE! So don't sue me!
Boredom…
Falman's POV…
Falman was bored, and he had a right to be, after all he was stuck in a small, dirty apartment having to "baby-sit" a suit of armor with a soul of a serial killer stuck inside it. He looked down at the chess set the Colonel had brought on his last visit.
Why me… he thought to himself as he moved his knight.
"Check mate, Barry…" he said.
Barry the Chopper looked at him in disbelief; it was the seventeenth time that day the serial killer had lost to him.
"This game is stupid! I want to play something else!" Barry yelled at Falman.
"Barry the game is simple strategy. I'm not even trying to win here! And besides it's the only thing we have to do…"
"I could think of other things…"
"Like what?"
Barry looked at him with a bloody thirsty look in his eyes.
"You know what I'm talking about…" he said as he reached across the table.
"Now wait a minute Barry… Barry? BARRY?!"
Falman fell backwards knocking his chair over as he fell. He was saved by a knock on the apartment door.
Thank God…
He got up and moved over toward the door the whole time not turning his back to Barry…
"What? You still don't trust me?"